Up above the sky, sparkling, twinkling
I remembered one member who had spent her childhood apart from her own parents and had been broughed up by her grandparents, a rabbit-san, I call her.
I can catch some of members like her and tried to resolve her own solid hidden mass in her self. What had caused her to live apart from own parents, (a war, disease , poverty etc) she could not tell it for so long time, and by writing her own mass has been taken apart and melted like cream. Writing, doing activities anew.
In her piece I found the existence of her grandmother who has connection with fujinnnotomo . I talked to her about writing over the telephone, then she pushed me writing.
I had once met her before and she asked my family’s age, just then at the farewell, she had hurriedly walked to the raiway passway with her back
arching , which vividly remained in my eyes.
When I found sumi-ink painting on the hospital wall, a big one , three sparrows (?)were drawn and the painter's name on the nook , oh, ' she' ! I uttered silently .
When I was at a museum shop in shag hai, I bought a brochure remembering ‘she’ thinking to send her, so and so, time goes by it is in my past memory not realized.
As for me, the different age of my parents, the faint question might exist to rush to resove from depth of my heart.
Up above the sky, thousands of stars , eyes of people’s heart, which reflect various sparkling memorable seconds (not shown in words )are yet shining.
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in a daily scene,
then my next stage?
neatly well mannered nice looking person, image, a piece
warms me at a second thesedays/